The Chaos Storm was a swirling mass of power separating worlds, like a staircase from the first floor to the second. But unlike a staircase, which reliably leads to the next floor, getting lost in the Chaos Storm could fling you from the first floor to the tenth—or worse, leave you dead in its merciless winds. If you were lucky, you’d pop out somewhere random but alive. Unlucky? Well, game over.
Chiyan snapped to attention, her eyes locked on the darkening horizon where the Chaos Storm loomed. What started as faint threads of black wind swelled into a sky-swallowing maelstrom. Her body erupted in searing heat, while Bingpo, equally focused, shimmered with countless ice crystals dancing around her. Both dragons were in full-on serious mode, no messing around.
“No matter how many times I see it, this Chaos Storm still gives me the creeps,” Chiyan muttered, a shiver in her voice.
“Don’t space out this time,” Bingpo warned. “When we came from the Dragon World to the human world, you nearly got lost. Don’t pull that boneheaded move again.”
“Hmph, it’s just a Chaos Storm,” Chiyan scoffed. “They say practice makes perfect. I could breeze through this with my eyes closed!”
“Less talk, more focus. We’re going in!” Bingpo shot back.
The dragons bantered tensely, but Filo, perched cross-legged on Bingpo’s head, just furrowed her brow slightly. She stared at the roiling black winds ahead, feeling… absolutely nothing. Was this storm supposed to be scary? Sure, it looked intense—probably tougher than the gale-force winds from their high-speed flight—but it didn’t spark even a flicker of curiosity. It was like she’d seen a hundred storms like this and was already over it.
Within a minute, Bingpo and Chiyan reached the storm’s edge, hovering above it. They took a deep breath and dove forward like arrows. The moment they hit the black winds, it felt like slamming into a wall—not painful, but resistant, pushing back. The dragons gritted their teeth, leaning in, muscles straining as they inched deeper into the storm’s grip.
As Bingpo’s head entered the Chaos Storm, Filo, still chilling on top, got a firsthand taste of the black winds. Huh… there was some kind of force trying to block her, but it felt as flimsy as a sheet of paper. Wait, what? Even in her “weakened” state, with stats capped at 9999, she shouldn’t have this easy a time when Bingpo and Chiyan were struggling.
Filo pulled up her stat interface, scanning for answers among her endless list of skills and titles. No clear culprit, but one skill caught her eye: [Wind Resistance LV9 (Max LV10)]. Could that be it? Her gaze drifted down, spotting a whole lineup of similar buffs: [Flame Resistance LV9], [Ice Resistance LV9], [Water Resistance LV9], [Impact Resistance LV9], [Projectile Resistance LV9]…
“Holy crap,” she muttered. With these skills, who cares if her stats were “only” 9999? She was practically immune to everything, each resistance hovering near god-tier levels. No wonder the True Ancestor checked out. Was this what they meant by “invincibility breeds loneliness”? If this were a game, she’d have 90% damage reduction across the board—not player-tier, but straight-up world boss status, built to tank an entire raid.
Filo’s mouth twitched. Maybe one day she’d end up like the True Ancestor, bored out of her mind from being too OP. But hold on—salted fish life isn’t about loneliness! It’s about chilling, not moping! She shook her head hard, refocusing. Looking around, they were now fully inside the Chaos Storm, surrounded by pitch-black winds speckled with countless white light points, like stars in a cosmic void.
The black winds battered Bingpo and Chiyan, but the hits were weak—about as bad as a punch to the gut from an average guy. No big deal. “We’re on the safe route,” Bingpo said, exhaling heavily. “Phew, we’re good.” Don’t let the calm fool you—safe or not, one slip-up in the Chaos Storm could be fatal. A 59 versus a 60 on a test? Worlds apart.
Lin popped out of Filo’s body, yawning loudly and rubbing her eyes. “This… the Chaos Storm? We’re already here?” she mumbled, groggy.
“You know this place?” Filo asked, surprised.
“Boss, it’s basic knowledge!” Lin chirped.
“…My bad, forget I asked,” Filo coughed, embarrassed. Note to self: brush up on this world’s common sense, or these pint-sized geniuses will keep making her look like a noob.
Suddenly, Filo froze, her head snapping up. “Something’s off. Stop!” she barked. Bingpo and Chiyan, confused but obedient, halted, hovering in place. Filo’s eyes narrowed, scanning the dark. Her gut screamed danger—a first since waking up in this body. Was something out there strong enough to threaten her?
“Blood threads,” she whispered. Countless crimson strands materialized, floating around her, ready to strike. Time ticked by, but Bingpo and Chiyan sensed nothing. Still, they trusted their master.
Whoosh! “There!” Filo’s arm shot up, her blood threads snapping taut like spears aimed forward. A black void ripped open ahead, and the dragons instantly shifted to battle mode. Someone using spatial skills in the Chaos Storm? Had to be a heavyweight.
They stared at the void, braced for anything. But when the figure stepped out, everyone’s jaws dropped. A teenage girl with fluffy cat ears, a small fanny pack at her waist, strolled out like she was on a field trip. “Huh? What’s this place? This world’s weird. I thought it’d be like mine, but… nope, totally different,” she muttered, oblivious.
Bingpo and Chiyan gaped, their [Detect] skills returning “Insufficient Permissions.” Even Filo’s [Detect] hit the same wall…
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